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POETRY

UNITED COLORS OF WORDS: Letters of the alphabet that clot in words, giving to every corner of the planet blue, all shades of poetry

GOODBYE, GOODBYE, MY BEAUTIFUL HOLLAND – by Bertus Aafjes Farewell, land of small gardens And of salciuoli creak; country where cows are reflected flipped in the gray ditches. Explained, tricolor bell tower; peasant, put your hand on her hip; blowing, zephyr, as never before; Holland, in May you shine as Gorter; beggars, a song from your Canzoniere; mother, one last gesture ...

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RABINDRANATH TAGORE, THE WONDER OF A BENGALI: He questioned the sky with emotion, look for the tears of the night

“The small, naked, looking at the sky, and in his mind astray climbed a question: Where ever the road to heaven? Heaven did not answer, only the stars sparkled, tears in the silent night.” He, a Bengali, in 1913 Nobel Prize for literature, he created schools, hospitals and roads, but also the Visva Bharati University, a special place where art ...

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A LANTERN FOR A BLIND: In the moonlight, with Bertus Aafjes, watching the small circles of the property nudity beloved

In 1990 was published the entire collection of his poems, but he has also written several travel books. Lambertus Johannes Jacobus Aafjes (friends Bertus Aafjes), has received for his commitment to the literary prize “Tollensprijs” because it was from 1940 that he had begun to commit to paper the results of his restless temperament. Born in Amsterdam in one day ...

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AT THE FEAST OF MARGARETHA VASALIS: Looking at the faded flower never remember you

Margaretha Droogleever Leenmans-Fortuyn, a physician of Amsterdam, a Dutch woman professional neurologist, a child psychiatrist, a neurologist wife and mother of three children, but also balanced and spontaneous poet, has given us some collections of his verse (Parks and deserts, The phoenix and landscapes and faces, views and visions). In the pages of his poems, his essays and novels, the ...

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HARVESTING APPLES WITH EDWARD Hoornik: One summer afternoon, waiting for the autumn wind

FARM LONE – by Edward Hoornik  “The summer afternoon is like blond hair, the house is high on the stone steps, roadways are seen in children who walk and sometimes you can hear the thud of an apple to the ground.   Sing small insects around my mouth And the ears and hair reluctant That were once soft like girl ...

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AROUND AMSTERDAM BY EDWARD HOORNIK: Looking to roll over the Ij, the slow smoke of the ships of the world

A publisher and an editor of a literary magazine politoco, but also a survivor of the brutal and traumatizing experience of the Nazi death camp of Dachau. This is Hoornik Maria Antonie Joseph Edward, born in The Hague in 1910 and died in 1970 adAmsterdam, but if you really want to know the bars of his soul, you’ll have to ...

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A FRIDA TOGETHER ON CABLE CAR OF PLASTIC AND PATCHES: Bondage for the fear of making mistakes, running to perfection, wrapped in the good life

A FRIDA TOGETHER, ON CABLE CAR OF PLASTIC AND PATCHES: Bondage for the fear of making mistakes, running to perfection, wrapped in the good life. FUNIVIE – September 2013, by Frida “Cable cars covered with plastic and patches magnifying glasses for daily glitches longing for the perfection of the usual good life … Footprints, tracks, shards of glass left on ...

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PEOPLE TIRED AT THE BAR: Frida listen, even for you, sad music at the bar. She is lucid enough to recognize that your eyes are cold

PEOPLE – autumn 2013, by Frida   “People get tired at the bar, sadly Cor music in the background a guy winks, the other drooling, and all together sing in chorus’ve got no desire! Cess of the station with a woman the mirror and the toilet overflowing of diarrhea. I’m around are glossy, I’m around there helmet, I am strong ...

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NOTING THE BRIDGE: Scanning old wood and the flight of seagulls on ripples of life that go out

THE WAYFARERS OF NOVI MOST September 3 –  by Dastilige Nevante “Scrolls still the great river under the bridge   peering pass old wood, together with the screw yellowed.   Still flowing, the water of the Danube that recalls the flight of each gull, and the hopes of all travelers.   Drops still life on the Novi Most, at each ...

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FRIDA AND HIS CAT MICIO: Androids iron and remotest galaxies, including sedatives and psychotropic drugs

MICIO CAT – autumn 2013 Frida “Pussy cat meow, – Sedatives! – Nice big cat cuddly, – Psychotropic Drugs! – Androids clothes iron and scrap levied on foreign lands on another galaxy remote in Time. – You’re safe here, fear not, you are a beautiful angel – – Must fall! Come here! Down here! Fall! You’re going to fall.”

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